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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. PART TWO
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. PART THREE
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE
  49. FORTY-FOUR
  50. PART FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. FIFTY-THREE
  60. PART FIVE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. SIXTY-ONE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

‘Then she must have gone to a girlfriend’s house. Yes, I be thinking that’s what happened,’ Blackie now said, wanting to reassure his workmate. ‘Unless she’s with …’ He broke off abruptly, pursing his lips, regretting his words.

‘Were yer going ter suggest she’s with another chap?’ Alf asked swiftly, throwing Blackie a sharp, questioning glance.

‘I’m afraid I was,’ Blackie murmured in a low voice. ‘Ye did say ye’d had a tiff—’

Finn cut in. ‘Was the tiff about another lad, then?’

Alf let out a long sigh and was silent. After a moment, he said in a low tone, ‘Yes, that’s it. Do yer know Ian Craig?’

Finn and Sarah said, ‘Yes,’ in unison. Then Sarah ventured, ‘He’s a bit of a chaser … you know what I mean; he’s always after different women, makes no bones about it.’

‘Has he been after you then?’ Finn asked, giving Sarah a hard stare.

‘Yes. And I soon sent him packing. He’s not the kind of lad I like. In fact, I wouldn’t touch him with a barge pole.’

‘That bad, eh?’ Blackie said, and then turned to Alf. ‘I hate to say this, but I don’t think she’s wandering around Upper Armley. That’s a silly thought, and I can only suppose she’s with this Ian lad. I don’t know him, sure and I don’t. Never met him. Just heard his name.’

Alf looked at Sarah very intently. ‘Was Gwen alone at the dance hall, or was she with him?’

Sarah said quickly, ‘Alone. I told you, she was sitting alone, drinking a lemonade. Ian wasn’t in the dance hall. I would’ve noticed him. He’s always got a swagger to him, makes himself seen, can’t help it.’

Finn hesitated for a moment, and then blurted out, ‘I told ye I saw Gwen leave, Alf, a bit before you came in. She must have arranged to meet him outside.’ When he saw the glowering look on Alf’s face, Finn added swiftly, ‘There’s no other explanation. I’m sorry, but I think I’m right.’

Blackie said, ‘I’m afraid I agree with Finn, Alf.’ He paused, and his dark eyes swept over his companions. ‘It’s too late to go back to the dance hall, and it was as dead as a doornail.’ He smiled at Sarah. ‘Can I be walking ye home … it’s grown darker, sure and it has?’

‘Thanks, Blackie, I’d like you to take me home.’

Finn said, ‘I’ll walk with you, Alf. We’re going in the same direction.’

Alf nodded, and they all said goodnight to each other and went their separate ways.